Growing up I went to camp almost every year. First through fifth grades I went for a week at a time. Several years after that I went to a month long girls camp near Chattanooga. It was beautiful, fun, peaceful and good for the soul. If you never went to camp, I feel really sorry for you.
Almost every year of my childhood I also went on some sort of retreat through church programs. Family retreats and youth retreats at different places. We went to family camp at the camp ground I went to the week long summer camp. That place holds a special place in my heart.
What is it about camp grounds that totally soothes my soul? I’m not really a rustic, campy person. But every fall, when the nights get cooler and the leaves change colors, I yearn for camp fires, cabins with mesh windows, and uncomfortable bunk beds.
When I saw the Letter Cottage post earlier this week I just about died. I still haven’t stopped thinking about it. I even pulled it up and showed Bryan. I want to go to there so bad. Here are a few pics:
And here are a few pins that invoke the feelings I have about camps and retreats:
Bunk beds and friends
Rocking chairs on porches
Are you a camp person?